Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Your Poem - Poem by Robert William Service

My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
If in its pale woof you can weave
Your lovelier design,
'Twill make my lyric, I believe,
More yours than mine.

I'm but a prompter at the best;
Crude cues are all I give.
In simple stanzas I suggest -
'Tis you who make them live.
My bit of rhyme is but a frame,
And if my lines you quote,
I think, although they bear my name,
'Tis you who wrote.

Yours is the beauty that you see
In any words I sing;
The magic and the melody
'Tis you, dear friend, who bring.
Yea, by the glory and the gleam,
The loveliness that lures
Your thought to starry heights of dream,
The poem's yours.


Comments about Your Poem by Robert William Service

  • Rookie - 7 Points Sylva Portoian (5/17/2010 4:28:00 AM)

    Robert William Service (1874-1958)

    Robert for 'Your Poem'

    You are a hearty poet
    The more we read your poems
    We love you more
    Because you give your kindest love
    And have more to give
    In spite you of being miles away...!
    I'm sure in poets paradise...
    and no where else
    I do rhyme with your poems
    Till I reach hopefully there!

    Sylva Portoian, MD
    May 17,2010 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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